rooftops and claypots

Every year during the Fall my memories find their way back to Paris. And very few things evoke in me the feeling of being there than those distinctive claypots on the rooftops. During my 4 month stay many years ago, I lived in the tiniest apartment you could imagine and had one tiny window to look out from. And the view was spectacular- rooftops and claypots as far as my eye could see. I would look out that window until the buildings lost all dimension and became shifting shapes of gray and orange. And at dawn and dusk, a blur of blues. -Despina